Hi
all
In
previous posts I am trying to figure out my calling. Recently I have
observed that my calling doesn't matter as long as I am His. What I
mean is if He asks me to do something I want to obey no matter what
the task. Like a slave is subject to her master so I am subject to
my Lord. I have given my life away including my time, my plans, my
thoughts, my dreams, so I am not my own in any way. Luke chapter
seven starting in verse thirty seven tells us about a sinful woman
who bows her head at the feet of Jesus. The woman weeps and kisses
His feet then wipes them with her hair. I often feel like I imagine
that woman felt. So guilty and ashamed the only sensible thing is to
so humble myself, I dare not open my mouth for I know He knows all
the sins I have committed. I weep for I know I deserve death. I
gratefully lay my life down before my Master and I kiss His feet in
humble submissive surrender. In a way, I am begging forgiveness from
the only One who has the power to forgive me. He tells me my sins are
forgiven. I feel like David felt in Psalm 34 when he says, “I will
bless the LORD at all times; His praise shall continually be in my
mouth.” I look down at my ring on my left finger and I remember,
like a wedding ring, I have promised my life to Christ and He is
slowly teaching me what it means to be His devoted servant.
